I took my pictures, bought the t-shirt and we got the hell out off there.
Next stop was Stratford-Upon-Avon, the birthplace and home of William Shakespeare.
The Stratford theatre and museum.
The church where Shakespeare was christened, married and buried.
And because it was it was only 42 miles down the road, we made a stop in Stourbridge, to see where my wife's fathers side of the family came from.
My wife's dad's family once owned this castle in the city centre. Now it is a school.
From here, we were supposed to head north to Chester for the night, but based on a conversation my wife had with a guy (who turned out to be a cop on the way home from London) in line for food at a burger place along the side of the highway, we changed course and headed for Snowdonia, Wales, 150 miles in the opposite direction.
Turns out it was one of the best decisions we made on our trip.
The drive there was everything you would imagine a drive in the rugged English countryside to be. Skinny two lane roads, mountains on either side, incredible beauty and of course sheep, lots and lots of sheep.
This drive was easily one of our top 10 drives of a lifetime.